Accurate and fast within seven steps

Chapter 79 Give you a chance!
"It's still Steve who can play!"

The performance of the Lao Army is very grand, just to see the thighs, ah no, there are more than 30 generals watching the performance, not to mention the ordinary soldiers of the British Army, French Army, and American Army. With big teeth, he kept patting the table.

Look at this thigh, it's so sharp, how white this thing is!

Chen Mo was frantically sweeping the buffet dinner in the tent beside him, and swept away all the cigars, wine and caviar specially for senior generals. The waiter's eyes twitched wildly, but he didn't meet any snobbish eyes to drive people away, on the contrary, there were quite a few allies. The general insisted on pulling Chen Mo to have a toast.

Because in the previous counterattack, these unlucky guys were beaten up by the German armored troops. The speed of many people's evacuation was not even as fast as the German armored troops. If Chen Mo hadn't killed Paulus with a single shot, I'm afraid These unlucky guys have to go to prison camps.

Even Patton kindly called Chen Mo the son of a bitch on our side, and Chen Mo also replied that he couldn't die from a car collision. Not only did Patton not get angry, but he was even happier.

In fact, the day basically went smoothly, except for the part where Steve beat the mustache violently. After seeing the actor being knocked down, the soldiers watching the performance not only did not cheer, but booed for a while.

"What's wrong with these guys?"

When Carter saw Steve froze on the stage, he became impatient.

"It's just a normal performance. For these soldiers, the so-called defeating the ** on the stage is like a big joke. They are fighting on the front line!"

There is nothing wrong with Steve beating his mustache and performing it in the back, but in the front line, he is naturally not as good as a pretty girl. Presumably Steve will soon understand this truth.

Facts have proved that Steve understood this truth a little too quickly. That night, a muscular man came into Chen Mo's tent. If it wasn't for the confused Chen Mo who reacted quickly enough, Captain America might have to be replaced. Tiff's mortal body can't handle a shotgun.

"Did you touch the wrong tent? Carter's tent is over there, and I can help you lure the sentries away!"

Chen Mo threw aside the auto5 semi-automatic shotgun on his feet, then sat up and poured a glass of water.

And Steve, who was shot on the face for no reason, wanted to take the water glass, but then realized that Chen Mo poured it for himself.

"Selente, I really don't want to perform anymore, I want to prove to everyone that I can do better!"

"Ugh!"

Chen Mo sighed with difficulty, and then began to put on his clothes.

"Since you begged sincerely, I can't stop you anymore! Go, change clothes!"

"What are you doing changing clothes?"

"Take you to a police station first to practice!"

Chen Mo put the weapon into the holster, put on his hat, and put the shotgun behind his back, showing a helpless look.

"Thank you! Celente!"

Overjoyed, Steve almost jumped up, and then went to change his uniform.

When Steve came to the parking lot with a gun on his back, he saw Chen Mo was already waiting there on a tricycle.

"Going out so late?"

The janitor at the parking lot saw that it was Chen Mo, but he didn't say anything. After all, it's okay if the other party wants to kill a few Germans if he's interested.

"Go and bring a rookie to practice, and you will be back before dawn!"

"Then good luck to you, sir!"

The sergeant went back to his room and continued to sleep, then Chen Mo kicked the accelerator, the three wheels roared, and then left in a hurry.

The place the two chose was not far from the front line. It was an ordinary French town. The police station here was not maintained by the police, but by the Waffen SS and the Gestapo.

There was no other reason for Chen Mo to choose this place, but the commander of the Waffen SS was a little jumpy, knowing that the Allied tanks could drive to his door with one kick of the gas pedal, and this guy was robbing the property of the common people. Indulging his subordinates to rob civilian women, even the 60-year-old grandmother.

Because there were landmines on the road, the two abandoned their car early and switched to walking, and then bypassed the edge of the Allied position.

Steve, who saw the cruel battlefield for the first time, was obviously a little uncomfortable. The stench in the air and the corpses on the road made him a little distracted, but he still remembered what he learned in the training camp. He lowered his head and lowered his body along the way without looking around. He looked around, didn't run around, and followed Chen Mo all the way.

When the two passed through the no man's land in front of the position, and then groped past the German position, Steve accidentally bumped into a German sentry. Dressed up Chen Mo appeared behind Steve.

So he simply threw the gun away, and let Steve, who had reacted, punch himself unconscious.

"Why didn't he call the police?"

Looking at the fainted sentry, Steve was very puzzled.

"Because as long as he shouts, the German soldiers on the field will have to sleep forever!"

Chen Mo patted Steve on the shoulder.

"Let's go, we still have a way to go!"

The two continued to walk through the shadows, stopped a motorcycle on the way, threw the unlucky guy in charge of delivering the letter into the stinky ditch on the side of the road, and then used the opponent's motorcycle to run wildly all the way, and arrived at the target location in less than 10 minutes .

Although it is close to the war zone, the police station is still brightly lit. These Waffen SS soldiers also knew that they would not be able to stay for a few days, so they just put it badly, playing a symphony, drinking a small wine and eating steak, and then appreciating the thinly dressed French Girls dance at the table.

After killing the dozing sentry outside the door with a knife, Chen Mo glanced at the room, and after confirming that these armed SS soldiers were all in the same room, he immediately began to break in.

He kicked open the door of the room, then held up a semi-automatic shotgun and instantly bloodbathed half the SS soldiers in the room, and then sat carelessly in front of the SS commander whose head was doused with blood and flesh from his own men.

"Good night, gentlemen, I heard that you have a show here, so I will put it on rashly, I hope you will not be ignorant of flattery!"

The trembling SS commander glanced at Chen Mo with a faint smile. He really wanted to resist, but half of his men died in an instant, still pressed him firmly on the stool in panic.

"What do you want to do?"

The commander asked in his own broken English.

"I'm just giving you a chance!"

Chen Mo placed the shotgun on the table casually, then pouted at Steve behind him.

"You can come together, or you can come alone. As long as you hit this guy, I will let you live. Of course, you can also refuse. After all, I have run out of bullets, and you have a great chance!"

(End of this chapter)